Post by abbie on Jun 16, 2009 18:46:31 GMT -7
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]†Laylah-Ann-Achard†
†L.A†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Laylah Ann Achard
Nicknames: L.A
Gender: Female
Age: 57
Age they appear: 22
Race: Vampire
Orentation: Bi
Health Problems: Allergic to sun
†Personality†
Basic Personality: Laylah is a pretty much laid back girl. She doesn't really care about anyone else aorund her. She has a sort of f*ck off attitude towards most people she meets. Laylah doesn't seem to care what other people think of her or anything else. She is determined to get whatever she wants no matter what it takes. She is quick to retort back to anybody. She likes to lead but will follow at times. She believes she is better than humans and werewwolves and can't wait to see the day the werewolves will fall. Laylah likes things that deal with the darkness. She likes gore as well. Something about te blood and pain always gets to her. She enjoys pain as well. She is somewhat of a b*tch to other girls.
Likes:
† Hunting
† Fighting
† Flirting
† Listening to Music
† Partying
Hates:
† Werewolves
† Daylight
† Being Indoors at Night
† Other Girls Moving in on her guy
† People telling her what to do
Talents:
† Singing
† Ballet
† Writing
† Dancing
† Cards
Habits:
† Writing poetry
† Running just to see how fast i can go
† Swimming
† Crashing Human Parties
† Scaring Humans
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale White
Hair Color: Brown with red Bangs
Eye Color: Brigt green
Build: Athletic
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Nose pierced, Ears
Choice of Clothing: Blue Jeans, Tennis
Shoes, Low cut Shirts, Black Choker
Wolf Appearance: None
Other:
†History:†
History: Laylah Was born to Vampires in the heart of London. Her father was pretty much like any other father except he didn't want Laylah to be a girl. he had wanted a boy. Her mother was fine with her being a girl but pushed her to obey what her father said. Her father pushed er to fight harder, hunt faster, and kill swifter than others. For some reason her father was obsessed with power. Vampires don't have much power and she suspects that's why he was obsessed with it. She did everything he told her but she never seemed to amount to anything in his eyes. She strained to make him proud but all she ever got was Good Job and things like that. Laylah withdrew form her parents. She didn't tell them anything about her. She kept to herself. After being stuck in that house she decided to get away from it all. Laylah ran away form her parents at age 19 and has been living on her own since then. Doing whatever she can to get by.
Mother/Father: Elizabeth & John Achard
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other:
†RP example:†
Moon’s mixed pelt rustled in the small scentless wind. It’s cold chill sweeping an unwelcome arm around her. Her dark orbs scanned the deserted place. Knowing that humans were back put a foul taste in her maw. Pink ribbon flittered across pink gums and out to her white speckled maw. She was standing stock still with little defense up. Humans were nothing for a pure blood wolf grown straight from blood and no mercy. The only thing Moon feared was guns. Their agonizing bang that made her want to cover her auds. Then the pain that seared even the most tough of hides. Moon has seen it once. Her own pack mate taken out with a loud bang. Then blood oozing from an open wound and breathless body laying in front of her. She winced at the memory but kept her posture in a hostile way. Her pelt was standing on in and her hackles twitched with a unheard snarl.
Sensing no threat here Moon padded slowly up to the front step of the church. It’s large gloomy mass hovering over her in a threatening way. Moon was in no mood for forwardness. Keeping her cranium high to test the wind she scented around. Her paws lightly and soundlessly kept her on a trail that led to it’s steps and in to the blackened door that seemed to lead to the pits of hell. Her orbs were locked on getting out of the cold. Moon was dignified in a way that seemed to not want her to go in to the church. Somewhere that humans once held themselves. Her snarl was deep and warning. Not to a creature of earthen bound but to all her ancestors. It told them she would never give up. She was a Wolven and no one would take that away. Her mind was in a slight blur like she was outside of herself. Moon’s pelt glistened in the moonlight. Shadows cast along her side and pulled at her. She trudged on what seemed like an endless small path that would lead her to shelter. Her muscles were bound up in a spring. She took off at a hazy trot. her muscles throwing her forward. She found herself at the steps o the church.
Paws hit the first step with a determination of life. Moon was slowly easing her way up to the next one. Her body quivering with an unspoken anger that seemed to seep from the threshold to her paws and emit through her body alone. Moon didn’t wait long before she placed her shoulder against the door and pushed. Moon grunted as it creaked open. Stale air came directly for her nasal cavities and covered up most of the other scents. Rotting wood met her nose as well. She sneezed as dust gathered along her nose. She stepped in to the church with a snarl. It warned anything there that she was there and taking no mercy on who ever might be there. Moon sensed nothing. She placed each paw slowly in front of the other. Her orbs were closed in by blackness at first then slowly she seemed to allow her to see. It was covered in dust. Everything form rotten and misplaced pew to the arch that led to the prayer room. Moon didn’t know what humans did here but she snorted in distaste all the same.
She kept her muscles coiled as her entire body was encased in the building and swallowed by blackness. Moon reached her neck around to see what all was in the abandoned place. She was ready for anything. Her tiara lifted and she searched to roof for anything that might look like it was not stable. She dipped her head and looked forward to see a long red like grass leading down the middle. She sniffed but the red grass gave no familiar scent. The wood things around her were thrown in many different ways but the red grass was bare from them. She stepped form the wooden floor and on to the red grass. Her paws felt an odd sensation. It was brittle like and gave way but still did not snap beneath her. It was rough to her paws but she wad felt worse than this before. Moon slowly made her way across it. Then turned around to see that it led forward. She set again back on to the red grass. It led down to a rotten wood thing. She slowly made her way down to it on the red grass path. Her white and black pelt changed colors and she stared at herself. She was now shades of blue and green with other colors to mix on her. Moon watched them fade and glow as they danced across her. Moon felt suddenly exhausted. Laying her head down she faced the entrance. Her body fluffed out on the red grass.
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